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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 1 year

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It’s The Avengers (04x09)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 09: On A Scale of Ten

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of the housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: in the wise words of the great Capt. Raymond Jacob Holt: PAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNN

Word Count: We on a holiday today because my muscle spasmed so hard from overworking and my blood pressure rose higher than it should. I deserved this break anyway. So, listen to TOO GOOD by TROY SIVAN before you dive into the Jotun arc. Also....I’m sorry...in advance.

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The camera in the kitchenette did not move. The camera behind the sofa was frozen in its place as well. The former had Scott in its frame. The Ant-Man had the ice cream spoon in his mouth, his teeth gripping it hard for some emotional support. You and Loki looked at each other, fixed in time ever since you told him you 'like' liked him. Too much. The camera left Scott out of the frame and zoomed in on Loki as his brows shot up in the softest arch. His lungs took in a stretched inhale, while his ears seemed to turn a bit red. Your eyes looked eagerly for an answer, your head tilting a little forward. Loki covered his mouth with his hand, leaning a little forward. Your brows furrowed, slightly worried for him. First, it was a snicker, making the camera pan in on Loki's figure while you halted your step. Then a giggle broke out from the God, slowly turning into a burst of wicked laughter.

Your entirety was paused in the waves of laughter coming out of Loki as your eyes tried to follow his head throwing itself back in some elation you did not catch up to. "What in the Nine Realms-" Loki's words came riding the roaring wave, and his face turned into a hue of blue- seemingly from the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs. You looked past him towards Javier's camera, which could see a hint of moisture building up in your eyes while your body tried to figure out the situation. Even Scott raised his head in concern to watch you both. Loki's laughter took one good moment to simmer down a bit. "I have never laughed so much in my life," Loki guffawed, wiping the tears off his cheeks, which were still strolling down from his eyes. He seemed to have caught that lost look on your face. "Oh...oh. Y/N, was this, not a joke? Were you expecting some sort of reciprocatory emotion from my end?" The spoon- wooden spoon- in Scott's hand broke into two. The God's laughter got diluted a bit. His face was still veiny blue. His eyes caught your fazed features again. "You are-" Loki pointed at you with both hands and shrugged- "you. A puny human. And I'm Loki! I'm an almost immortal. By the Norns! I would be at the ends of my wit to think about courting a human! Unless it’s for-“ he brought his hand to the side of his mouth, gesturing a dirty confession- “funsies, for the lack of a better word that Scott taught me.” Scott rolled his eyes and took in an offensive but muted gasp behind the furniture. You took in a breath to bring out some words. But the two times you tried to speak, it felt like your eyes might break the dam any minute. Clearing your throat, you unclenched your fists and questioned him, “So…back in college…um….and in space when that witch….and the pottery class when you…” Words were not able to come out any more. “Oh!” Loki threw his head slightly back in realisation and smiled, “That was just me being cordial, Y/N. Of all the people in this building, you are the most tolerable, darling!” Javier’s camera zoomed in on your face. Something was stuck in your throat before a scoff eventually escaped you. Your shaking fingers vigorously rubbed your forehead and a big toothy smile was stuck on your face. “Damn! I didn’t realise that.” “Don’t beat yourself up,” Loki waved away the air with his hand, “I have that effect on people.” Throwing finger guns at you he turned towards the elevator. “See you at dinner.” The elevator closed with a ding and silence returned to the lounge. Javier’s camera was stuck on your lost figure. The camera behind the sofa took Scott’s figure getting up but not speaking anything for a stretched moment. “Y/N?” He asked ever so softly. "Honey, are you okay?" You turned to find Scott holding the ice cream bucket in his hand, standing behind the sofa. You smiled. The camera could see that intentional stretching of your cheeks to close your eyes with that smile. Anyone could see. "Mm-hmm," you hummed, nodded and walked towards your room without another word. Once again, silence eroded the room

The Elevator The security camera recorded Loki getting in from the Lounge. There was no audio accompanying the visual of the God, his head falling as soon as the doors closed. The recording showed him leaning against the door with one hand while almost stopping the other from punching a hole through it- instead letting his fist rest on the reflective steel surface as veins visibly popped on the screen in the security room.

JOTUNHEIM- A FEW DAYS EARLIER The camera was lying on the ground at a bizarre angle, focusing on a pair of familiar silver bracelets that hit the ground in pieces. Someone picked the camera up from the ground, bringing into focus Javier's haunted face before turning towards the King's hall. The hall was a bloodbath. Bodies lay on the floor of Jotuns who planned a coup against their King. Some heads were even severed to the point of no return. The sound of repeated punches being thrown somewhere in the hall seemed to be the only sign of life besides Javier. The camera turned towards the sound and carefully moved towards the familiar figure; Loki, standing over Helblindi, landing one last punch to his already disfigured face before bringing it closer to his. The camera panned in on Loki's Jotun form; bloodied face emanating a rage-filled gleam through those red eyes at the Jotun he held in a death grip. "Where. Is. She?" Loki hissed through his teeth. Helblindi winced in the God's grip before a broken-toothed smile erupted on his face. "She is dead, Your Highness," he cackled through the blood in his throat. Loki's rage suddenly went silent. Whispering a three-syllable spell, he let go of Helblindi's throat, picked the nearest sword and walked towards one of the side walls of the hall. "Come on," he muttered to Javier behind the camera. A strain of winces erupted from the Jotun before turning into pain-ridden screams. The camera was already pulling away from Helblindi's body, turning to follow the God's figure as a compartment in the wall opened up for him.

The screams diluted when the camera went through a small corridor on entering that wall compartment. The concrete corridor was lit by small fire torches every few minutes leading through a labyrinth of such paths before one such passage was being slowly filled with snow that came along with the freezing wind blowing from somewhere outside. The passage ultimately led to an opening; that opening leading to the mouth of a cave about three times the size of the Avenger's facility. The first thing that the camera noticed as it came to stand next to Loki was the two huge skeletons lying in a prison-like cage on their left. From the lack of any other remnants on them, they seemed to have been the guest of that prison cell for a really long time. A resonating growl caught the attention of both Loki and the camera. The God ran towards the edge of the cave, which was the end of the cliff wherein this prison was made. The camera panned in to focus on a furry creature with four legs that looked like a sabre-tooth tiger except it was twice the build and had no eyes. The menacing creature ripped apart one of the Jotuns, Kruge, with a guttering growl and threw it down the cliff into the never-ending dark valley below. Panting with a shade of anger, the creature sniffed and looked around for any other threat before turning in Loki's direction and howling at him. The creature then ran into a prison cell, whose bars had seemingly been bent and broken apart, before curling up in a corner. Loki entered the cell. The camera followed. The creature howled again, crying, his body resting defensively on something beneath him. "Lulu," Loki declared, and the creature purred before shifting into the Lulu everyone originally knew. The camera panned in to take in the figure initially hiding under Lulu's monstrous form. It was you, lying unconscious with little chunks of snow frozen on your fingertips, your brows and your hair. Your lips and limbs were turning blue. Your face had bruises over them. Your lip had a cut with your blood frozen in it. "Y/N," Loki dropped his weapons, his hands letting loose and his feet voluntarily covering the distance between him and you in one stride. Before Javier could position the camera, Loki was already on his knees, picking your limp and cold body in his arms. The camera was picking on a hue of an emotion not seen on Loki's features ever before. Fear. His long blue fingers caressed your cheek. "Y/N?" he asked gently, "Hey, Y/N?" His fingers went down your face to your neck, pressing on it gently, looking for a pulse. The colour of fear seemed to grow on his face. The little cameras resting over the prison bars took in the look of concern on Javi's face as he set his camera down on the snow-covered floor. The boy was holding onto Lulu for his dear life, not wanting to hear what his eyes feared. Loki bent down his head to let his ear on your chest, waiting to hear a heartbeat. The usually composed God was slowly taking in shallow breaths, repeating the action of feeling a pulse on your neck, your wrist or your chest. "Y/N?!" his voice broke between the hasty breaths despite his trying to keep as much gravity in his throat as possible. The fear-ridden shallow breaths ultimately were turning into full-blown panic, and those usually intimidating red eyes were now filled with tears. "Y/N, wake up!" he tried to shake you by the shoulders, occasionally cupping his steaming hands to your cheeks. Your hand resting on your stomach eventually fell on the ground under its own weight, adding a digit to the possibility that Loki was clearly not ready to hear. He cupped your cheek, trying his best to hold the sounds originating in his throat. He let his forehead touch yours, exchanging some golden light for a moment before wincing in pain. "No!" a guttural murmur left him, his head swaying in negation. The grunts in his throat were spilling out as if the pain he was feeling was unbearable. The tears just did not stop coming out. A scream followed. His head fell back. His lungs were at the edge of bursting. His cry emanated a green forcefield, destroying everything within a radius of two kilometres. The only ones left standing were Javi and Lulu. Your figure showed no signs of movement. Your being had no clue as to the destruction happening within inches of you; no clue that you would be the reason for the fall of King's throne in the next four minutes; no clue as to how tightly the God held you to his chest still never even having the thought of letting you go. The cave started to rumble. Javi looked around him, his eyes still wet, and inched closer to a lost Loki to get his attention even for a second. "We need to find a way out," Javi signed to a teary Loki whose mouth was suddenly dripping blood. The defeated eyes looked around him- though his arms never moved you away from his chest- and his brows furrowed lightly for a moment. "Come closer," he whispered to Javi and Lulu, and before they could make sense of the question, the camera caught a whirlpool of gold and green, blinding it for three seconds before returning to normal. The scenery had changed. What was once a prison in a cave was now an endless strange-looking forest. Trees with trunks which could house an entire Avengers Facility in them grew up to infinite lengths and yet still received ample sunlight from above. All the trees had buildings built inside them that the lens could see. A few curious eyes came out from the said buildings, others from inside the foot of the trunk. Most of them wore a pale white fabric, rather loosely, and somehow looked familiar to humans save for the green skin. One of the little humans stepped out of the trunk to walk closer to the clearing where you had landed in. In that clearing, Loki was on his knees, bloodied and battered in ways that were not visible on his body. "Se'tiri!" he shouted with whatever force was left in his lungs. His voice echoed through the forest, making that little girl run back to the steps of the trunk. All the curious eyes looked up at that one prominent structure etched quite high in the tree. From it, came a figure landing down effortlessly in front of the God. It was an eight-foot-tall green-skinned creature resembling the features of a human woman. In her right hand was a staff made of wood housing a blue flame which was protected by the wood's branches from every direction. "Se'tiri is not home," the woman spoke with weight in her voice and the touch of a Wakandan accent. Somehow it sounded exactly how nature would sound if it had a voice. "State your business to me, Trickster." Loki loosened his hold on your body to let the woman see your face. "Se'Tara, please. Save her." Se'Tara stomped her stick hard on the forest ground, sending a whirl of dust, wind and a force that easily blew away everyone but Loki and you. "Do not come into my home like we are old friends and then ask me to tend to one of your pets, Trickster!" "She is not-" "My people live in peace here and I shall make sure of it that you do not become a reason for a disturbance." "Se'Tara listen to me-" "Se'Tiri has been grateful to you for saving our lives but I will not tend to trouble that has your face on it-" "Se'TARA SHE IS DYING!!!!" The dam inside Loki broke again, taking the woman by surprise. "Tend to her before she is lost, Se'Tara. She is not a part of the feud between me and you. Please, I will do anything you say. Anything! just save her. Please." Loki carefully kept you down on the ground and let his head drop in front of the Chief. Se'Tara took a step back, not ready to see the sight of the God bowing down. Javi and Lulu too got on their knees and let their heads fall. She took in the site of the three different beings on their knees in front of her begging for the life of a frail creature lying in front of her. And finally, she looked at the frail creature. "Her life force is leaving her," Se'Tara claimed calmly, never easing her defensive posture. "She would require another life force so I can bring her own back-" "Take mine," Loki announced without skipping a beat, his head rising from the ground to let the Chief see those defeated eyes light up behind the tears. "Take mine. Drain it if you have to. Just save her. I beg you." Se'Tara was having a hard time believing the God. But those eyes. The Jotun eyes carrying a mountain of pain in them were what led her to let her guard down. "What is she to you, Loki?" "Everything, Se'Tara. She willed me to live and I would rather explode into atoms than let her die before me. She is the only force in this universe willing me to live, Se'Tara," Loki cried in a whisper before coughing up blood. "Ere'targgar!" Se'Tara shouted into the woods, making a dozen soldiers like her jump down from the trees. "Get her to the healing room," the Chief announced, "and take a hundred years of his life for her healing." Before the soldier came down to her knees in front of the God, Loki was already tearing away his sleeve to let her cut his life vein and trap the golden hues in a bottle. The soldiers moved in perfect sync while Loki watched them take your body to the tree platform above till he could no longer see your figure. .

Hours went by. A Day was Gone. So was another. Citizens of the tribe came by to offer the unexpected guests some food and water. Lulu and Javi ate enough to sustain themselves but Loki did not. He just sat there for the past two days like a statue, waiting for some news on you. At night Javi and Lulu slept cuddled to each other under the borrowed blanket while Loki still sat in the same spot. On the third morning, some kids played with Javi's devices and Lulu when Se'Tara came down to Loki with some news. "She lives, Silvertongue. Her life is no longer in danger." Loki blinked. For the first time in three days, the God blinked, feeling a smile erupt on his chapped lips. A sigh left his lungs and the God's body went limp, hitting the ground within seconds. Se'Tara tilted her head at the fallen figure. "I didn't even take that much of your life force, dramatic God." .

PRESENT Se'Tara told her soldiers to tend to the God and the lens panned out to reveal the holographic screen where the footage ran. Three empty cans of beer rested on the table. As Loki entered the room, the fourth one was crushed in Natasha's hand as she looked through the screen at the God with eyes red from tears. It did not take much for him to figure out what had just happened. "You found it," he announced, his voice not much above a whisper. Natasha gulped the remaining beer in her mouth before pointing to the live footage of the lounge. "Why'd you do that?" Loki sighed and leaned on the door, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "You know why I did that." Natasha threw the crushed can at him, missing him as he instinctively tilted his head away. "Sorry," he muttered, "hit me again. I won't move this time." Natasha growled, picking up her favourite axe from behind the monitors and smashing one of the screens before walking out of the room.

The Dorms The camera followed Tony through the hallway as he stopped in front of your room and knocked. "Hey, pumpkin," Tony announced, sharing a look with the camera, "I got some seasonal fruits that you like." The camera showed the basket in Tony's hand and waited for a few seconds. "Come in, Mr Stark," your voice announced, letting Tony open the door and find you sitting in the dark with just your study lamp on, packing an overnight bag. "Going somewhere?" Tony let his curiosity get the best of him. "You know Yusuf? His sister's coming over from India and he asked me to come on a weekend trip to the 'burbs with them." You kept packing the stuff laying on your bed into the bag, never looking at Tony. Tony seemed to be aware of that for he exchanged a knowing look with the camera. "The 'burbs! You are really catching up fast on the local language." You chuckled. "Everything okay, honey?" Tony was soft with his tone. "Mm-hmm," you continued with the clothes while you nodded. He took your hand into his and rubbed your knuckles gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" You finally looked up at Tony and the chains inside you broke apart, bringing mist to your eyes faster than the speed of sound. "Can I tell you something?" your voice came out broken, making Tony exchange a worried look with the camera before sitting up straight. "Yes?" "Promise me you won't get mad." "Never," he put his other hand on top of yours. You looked into Tony's eyes and took in a lungful of air. "I liked someone and I confessed my feelings today...to them." Tony nodded, furrowing his brows. "But they don't like me back." Silence. Tony opened his mouth to say something but you cut him before he could start. "And that's alright! It's their choice and I cannot make them like me. I understand that." Tony nodded again. "But-" you looked at Tony, your eyes welling up- "it hurts. It's hurting me a lot, Dad, and it feels like something is crushing my chest." Your tears came out, your voice breaking down into an ugly cry and Tony's eyes went wide with a concern he did not know he carried. "I don't know how to stop it from hurting my heart. Even though I know it in my head, the pain just won't stop!" Without a word, Tony embraced you in a hug, telling you to let it all out. He simply patted you on your back gently, while the camera panned it on his own eyes getting a little misty. "Do you mind..." Tony did not have to say further. The camera walked out of the room, recording the father-daughter duo before closing the door on them.

Facility Rooftop Loki sat on the edge of the roof, his phone dialling someone on speaker. The camera approached him slowly from behind. The God constantly was looking at the horizon in front of him where the smoggy city lay. "Hello?" Peter's voice crackled on the speaker. "Hey, Mr Loki. What's up? Oh! Is Y/N okay? No more episodes today, I hope. Because you told me Miss Se'Tara had said she will only feel the after-effects of the healing for three weeks." Loki's back did not move. He still looked at something beyond, towards the horizon. "Hello? Mr Loki, sir?"

"Peter," the God finally spoke, "it's a ten." Silence. "Take me away from here, Peter," the God's voice was at the brink of overflowing. "Okay," Peter responded with a hint of worry, "I'm sending you the coordinates of the place where you can vent out whatever it is you are feeling." Loki looked at the text that has just popped up on the screen. Within seconds he was gone in the flames of green and gold, leaving his phone here on the rooftop. "And if you need me to acco-aaah! Oh! We are already in the desert." Peter announced over the line before ending the call.

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snelbz · 2 years

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'Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Ten}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

Elide -

I wake up the next morning unable to remember at what point I finally fell asleep.

When I came out of the bathroom the night before, after a shower and a fresh change of comfortable clothes, Lorcan was already on the couch scrolling through his phone. We said our goodnights and then I went into the bedroom and shut the door before crawling onto the California king size bed and falling asleep. It was, without a doubt, the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept on and getting up was a chore in itself.

We had a nice moment together the night before, Lorcan and I. During that moment, when we came to an understanding about our situation, there was a moment when I felt that our setup wasn’t mistake at all.

That feeling nearly disappears when I walk out of the bedroom and find that the suite is empty.

His bag remains just next to the couch that he had slept on, but everything else is gone: wallet, phone, keys, cigarettes. Nothing remains on the countertop that he had tossed there the night before, all of his necessities.

With a frown, I try to remain positive. Then, I feel ridiculous, because I don’t even have my husband’s phone number to text him and see where he’s at.

Maybe he’s at breakfast or went down the street to pick something up instead of settling for the continental breakfast. With that in mind, he should be back soon. I decide to take a shower, taking one much longer than I would in my own apartment. I let the hot water soothe my muscles and only get out when it turns lukewarm. Smelling like lavender and vanilla, I get out and wipe off the steamy mirror before peeking my head out of the bathroom door.

“Lorcan?”

Nothing.

I’ve been awake for an hour and he’s still not back. My anxieties start to become more concrete as I finish drying off and get dressed. With the bathroom door open, I apply my makeup and brush and dry my hair.

He still hasn’t returned as I decide to give my straight, dark locks a curl. I curl each section of my hair with tender care, taking far more time than I usually would, and look in the mirror when I’m done. I look hot.

Too bad my husband still isn’t here to see it.

I can’t control my worries any more. Tears sting my eyes but I don’t let them fall. He bailed. I know he did. Even after the moment we shared together last night, he still decided that this marriage wasn’t worth it.

Stupid. I feel so incredibly stupid.

Sure, he left his bag, but he’s a millionaire, I have no doubt. He can replace anything in an instant. He took what was important and left what could be replaced. Including me.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see that it’s nearly eleven, which everyone knows is check out time. I doubt the hotel would kick a couple out of the honeymoon suite the morning after their wedding, but just in case, I don’t want to be caught looking as pathetic as I feel. I pack everything back up into my bag, making everything fit.

Save for one thing. And damn it, that’s what makes the tears finally spill over.

I look at where my wedding dress lays draped across the chair in the corner. I’d laid it out to keep it wrinkle free and in the best shape possible. Now I’m going to have to bundle it up and stuff it under my arm.

Oh, well. That’s what portable steamers are for. Even if it’s going to take me hours to bring it back to life. It wasn’t like he even cared about it, not more than getting it off of me.

I sling my bag over my shoulder, and ball the dress up, taking one last look around the room. It’s beautiful, even now, and I hate that they had to waste it on us.

Sighing, I head for the door. I’ll call Aelin from the lobby. I want to get out of this room and out of—

The electronic lock whirs and clicks as it disengages and the door swings open.

Lorcan walks in, a white cup with green print in each hand, door falling shut behind him. His hair is pulled back into a bun at the back of his head, leaving his handsome face on full display.

Have I mentioned how unfair it is that he looks like that?

He’s dressed similarly to the way he was when I first met him, a tank top and running shorts.

And he’s wearing tennis shoes.

He looks down at my dress in my arms and my bag over my shoulder, before his eyes rise to meet mine. “What’s up?”

It takes me a second to find my voice. “I thought you left.”

His jaw ticks. “So you were just going to leave?”

“I thought you were already gone!” I say again, dropping my bag and dress to the floor. “Your stuff was gone.”

He brushes past me and sets the cups down on the table. He points to his duffle on the floor. “My bag is literally right there.”

“I meant your phone and wallet and cigarettes. The stuff that matters.”

He closes the distance between us and tilts my face up towards his. “Are you crying?”

I try to turn my head, but he grips my chin. I don’t need to answer. The evidence is still shining on my face.

Cupping my face, he asks, “Why?”

I bite my lip to keep my voice from wavering. “I thought you left me already.”

His thumb slowly traces my jaw. “I’m still here. I didn’t leave and I don’t plan to.”

I nod, keeping my eyes on his.

Lorcan’s dark eyes lower, settling on my lips, before meeting my gaze again. He leans down, kissing me softly.

I let him.

He pulls away, but not far. Just enough to say, “I went down to the gym to work out and then ran down the road to get us coffee.” He kisses me again. “I texted Rowan and had him ask Aelin what you usually order.”

At that, I pull back. “Really?”

He picks up one of the cups and holds it out for me. “London Fog? I think?”

The unease in his voice is…adorable.

I take the cup and pop the lid off, closing my eyes and inhaling the heady aroma of earl grey tea and a hint of sweet vanilla.

Smiling, I look up at him. “Thank you.”

He nods, a breath of relief leaving him. “You’re welcome.” He looks back to my bag and my dress on the floor and frowns. “I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t mean to. You were sleeping so peacefully… I didn’t want to wake you, but I work out almost every single morning.”

“It’s okay,” I say, watching as he sits on the couch and takes off his tennis shoes. “I’m usually one to think of the worst. It’s a bad quality.”

He chuckles. “I think it’s a human quality.”

I take a drink of my tea and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Again. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.” I nod towards his cup. “What did you get?”

He hesitates. “Caramel mocha,” he mumbles. “Extra whip cream. Don’t judge.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. Most of me expected him to tell me he ordered plain coffee, black. “No judgment. Sounds delicious.”

He grins in confirmation, though his eyes narrow on me as he takes a drink. “So, I double checked with the front desk. Our check out is at noon. My roommates are home, so I thought we’d go by my place first. They’re not…so bad.” I raise a brow at his hesitation. He chuckles and picks up the list of guidelines the team left us. “They’re assholes, but harmless. The rules say we have to see where each other lives before we choose where we want to live.”

I nod, that anxiety coming back. The last thing I want is for him to see where I live, but I know it’s part of the rules. We looked over them last night. “As long as I can finish my tea first.”

“I would never come in between a woman and her tea,” he says, and then he’s pulling a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of his bag. “Give me a few minutes to clean up then we’ll go?”

I nod, taking the time to carefully fold my dress while he takes the world’s fastest shower and is ready to go in mere minutes. He comes out, tossing his sweaty clothes into his bag and scoops it up, along with mine. “Ready to go.”

When we get to the lobby, he pulls a valet ticket out of his wallet and gives it to the attendant. As we wait for him to pull up, Lorcan turns to face me.

“I didn’t mention it earlier, what with you trying to leave me and everything—”

I shove him, but it’s about as effective as shoving a brick wall. “I told you, I wasn’t trying to leave you.”

My laughter carries through the parking area.

“It’s a good thing I showed up when I did.” He smiles down at me and clears his throat. “What I was trying to say—”

He’s interrupted, yet again, this time by the valet pulling up in a massive, black truck, the biggest I’ve ever seen. The man has to literally drop out of the cab and as he rounds the front of the truck and hands the keys to Lorcan, my eyes go wide.

I’ve heard of boys and their toys, but this is a little ridiculous.

I also notice him slip a hundred dollar bill to the attendant and I try not to gape. That was…unexpected.

He opens the door for me and I look from the ground to the inside of the truck and then at him. “Lorcan. I can’t get in that thing. I can’t even get my leg up there.”

“Huh,” he says, as if he’s just noticed. “I guess you’re right. I’ll have to help you in.”

My eyes narrow as he approaches me, but before I can say anything, his hands are around my waist and he’s lifting me up onto the seat.

He winks at me, and just before he shuts the door he says, “I’ll get some steps put in on your side so you can get in and out on your own.”

He rounds the front, opening the door and effortlessly swinging himself into the truck. After turning the key, the rumble of the engine just as loud as expected, he pulls out of the lot and onto the main road.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” I say, quietly.

“Do what?” He glances over at me, but keeps his eyes on the road.

“Alter your truck for me.” I’m staring at my hands, grateful he can’t look over at me for more than a second.

He doesn’t respond, and at first I think that’s that and we’re moving on. But then we pull up to a red light and he looks over at me. “Don’t do that.”

I blink. “Do what?”

“Treat yourself like you’re a burden.”

The light changes before I can reply and we fall into a comfortable silence as we drive.

The team gave us a guideline sheet we're supposed to follow, and the first order of business is to move in together, whether we move in to one of our own homes together, or get an entirely new place to live. My apartment is the size of a shoebox, on top of being in a sketchy part of town. He has roommates. Neither seem like very viable options to me.

But rules are rules and Lorcan says he has a vehicle that even I can get into on my own at his house, so his place is our first stop.

We pull up to his condo and I’m baffled, even though I shouldn’t be. It’s one of the grandest buildings in the city, but he doesn’t seem to notice my shock as he parks and we walk into the lobby. The elevator has golden interior and while I’m questioning if it’s real, Lorcan presses the button to the top floor.

“You okay?” He asks. I nod, but I’m sure he knows I’m lying. I feel a ridiculous amount of nerves as the elevator lifts us up. We ride the rest of the way in silence until we get to his floor and it’s not until we stop in front of his door that he turns to look at me.

He rubs the back of his neck and the gesture is adorable.

“My roommates…” he trails off and shakes his head. “They’re nice guys. Really. But, if you think I’m vulgar you haven’t heard anything yet. I apologize for anything that comes out of their mouths.”

I laugh quietly. “And how is it you know them?”

“They’re in the Cadre,” he confesses. “Fenrys and Connall. Brothers. Fenrys has the bigger mouth. Sorry for anything you hear or see.” And with that, he’s opening the door.

The condo is quiet.

But massive.

I notice a spiral staircase in the corner, letting me know that it’s multiple stories. I can’t imagine what the rent is like for this place. My entire apartment would fit in the kitchen alone.

Lorcan takes my hand and I wrap my fingers around his. I like the way his hand feels in mine. I don’t feel as jumpy when I know he’s there. He grounds me.

He shows me the living room and the kitchen, both which are empty, and down the hall to a cinema room. It’s set up like a tiny theater but no one is in it. Across from it is an in-home gym.

“You have a gym in here but prefer to go to the gym with Rowan?” I ask, unable to put any of my other thoughts into words.

He shrugs. “Depends what day it is.”

We continue our tour until we’re walking up the stairs and up to the second floor. The bedrooms are here, I assume, and so is a large gaming room where two similar looking males are sitting on a giant couch, playing Call of Duty. They must be twins.

Thinking past the haze in my mind, I remember them from the wedding.

While their faces are nearly identical matches, they’re opposites in almost every other way. One light, one dark. One in a tank top and board shorts, the other a long-sleeved henley and jeans. The dark twin, he looks put together, despite his long hair. It’s clean and shiny and looks like he actually put effort into his appearance. The blonde one, however, his hair is loose and wavy, messy in an I just woke up and rolled out of bed look.

I turn to my husband, who has a balanced look of the two. He may not be as neat as the man before me swearing at his brother, but I also get the feeling the brutal ruggedness about him wouldn’t be as appealing if he were. Thankfully, it looks like he at least regularly combs his hair.

“If it isn’t the newlyweds,” the blonde one says, noticing us first. “Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon?”

I tense, but Lorcan’s thumb brushes back and forth over the back of my hand. “Decided to take some time to get to know each other first.”

The one with dark hair nods, as if he thinks we’re making the smart move. “What a small world. You two could have met any time in the past couple years and would have had no idea you were talking to your future spouse.”

I don’t mention that we did in fact meet just over a month ago, and let me just say, I had absolutely no idea I was talking to my future spouse.

Not that I even said much to him.

All I did was judge him by his appearance and his occupation. Now, I’m seeing that I should probably get to know him first.

“Maybe that means it was meant to be,” Lorcan says and winks at me. I chuckle. “Fenrys and Connall.” He points from one to the other. “Brothers, although one’s a bigger pain in the ass.”

Fenrys grins. “Nice to officially meet you. You made a beautiful bride.”

I’m nearly shocked by his compliment. Although, I feel he’s a man that compliments a woman often.

“Is this the part where you’re trying to figure out where to live?” Connall asks. When Lorcan says yes, he says, “No offense, and of course you’re welcome here, but do you really want to live with three guys in a bachelor pad?”

I laugh as I look around the room. The entire apartment is clean and decently neat, but it’s clear that there has never been a woman’s touch. Just a weekly maid’s. “Honestly? Not particularly.” I look to Lorcan, who is laughing quietly. “But, the rules say we have to see where each other lives.”

“So you’ll be living at your place?” Fenrys asks, and I don’t answer. Thankfully he doesn’t give me much time to do so. “Sad day, Lorcan moving out on us.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure Elide prefers to live in a place that at least looks like it's not the inside of a typical man’s brain come to life,” Lorcan mutters, reading my mind.

“Seriously, it looks like a woman has never stepped foot in here until now,” I joke.

But my laughter dies as Fenrys says, “Hasn’t been that long, has it, Lor?”

It’s a joke. I know it’s a joke, but I sense the underlying meaning, sense there’s something he was hinting at.

Connall smacks Fenrys in the back of the head as Lorcan turns to me. “Don’t listen to him—”

“What does he mean by that?” I ask, voice quiet.

“Nothing,” Lorcan says, and glares in Fenrys’ direction. At least he has the mind to give me an apologetic look. “He talks without thinking.”

“Lorcan.” My voice leaves no room for discussion. “Please don’t bullshit me.”

With set lips, Lorcan gives one more look to the brothers before pulling me out of the room.

He drops my hand and rubs his jaw. I don’t know what he’s going to say but I hate the waiting. He goes with, “I’m not a virgin, Elide.”

I’m fully aware of that fact but he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like it explains everything. “But it hasn’t been very long since the last time you’ve been with someone, apparently.” I gesture to the closed door that we just came out of. “So how long has it been?”

At first he doesn’t answer and I shake my head, taking a step back.

He frowns. “Elide—”

“Had you been accepted into the program?” I ask, and when he flinches I know my answer.

“About six weeks ago—” he begins, but I’m already turned around, trying to find my way out of the damn place.

In any other situation, I probably would have busted my ass on the spiral stairs, especially considering my pace and the thundering steps behind me. But I don’t. Instead, I hit the main floor, aiming for the door. I don’t take two steps before his hand wraps around my wrist. “Elide, please, just—”

“Please what?” I ask, turning on him. His eyes are guarded, as if he was expecting my reaction.

He knew I’d be angry, and rightly so. It’s been over six months since our applications went in for this. He knew he would be getting married, knew he was technically engaged, but still.

Shaking my head, I pull my arm from his grip. I can’t believe he slept with someone just weeks ago, when he knew we were going to get married. Part of the deal was that we were supposed to stop dating, relationships, and having sex with others when we found out we had our match and set our wedding date. That was over three months ago.

He still hasn’t answered, so I say, “You knew about me then. You already knew our wedding date. It’s not like they sprung this on you.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you. I just knew the wedding was going to happen.”

I laugh, the sound humorless. “And that wasn’t enough?”

“I don't know, I didn't even think about it in that way. I was just doing my usual shit.” he says, and I can tell he wants to reach out again. I step back so he won’t. “Look, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry. It was just sex with some groupies. It didn't mean anything. It never means anything.”

Scoffing, I cross my arms. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

He crosses the room and drops onto the couch. “Fuck, no, of course, it isn’t.” Dragging a hand through his loose, messy hair, he looks up at me. “I just didn’t want you to think I had some girlfriend on the side or something.”

I start pacing before I can stop myself and I can feel his gaze on me the whole time. I don’t want to think about this. I don’t want to think about my new husband having sex with random women, while we were supposed to be thinking about getting married and committing to each other in every way. I was so excited when I found out they had my match picked and I was technically considered engaged. All I could think about was finally meeting him. I dreamed of what he’d look like, who he was, how he’d act, who we’d be together. I dreamed he was wondering the same about me.

Meanwhile, he was screwing groupies with no thought or care about me at all.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, quieter this time, and I turn to look at him. “I messed up, Elide, and I know that, but I won’t do it again, I promise.”

There’s that humorless laugh again. I sound insane. “You won’t fuck a random groupie or you won’t mess up?”

His eyes narrow on me slightly, but he says, “Both. I’m done fucking groupies and I’m going to do my best not to mess up anymore.”

I release a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my rage deflating. It’s in the past and there’s nothing that can be done about it now.

Except for one thing.

“What about the tests? Are you still clean?”

One of the more invasive things we’d had to do was a full scale test to ensure no one in the program had any sort of STD they could pass on to their partner. But those were done right after our wedding date was set. He still was having sex weeks after that.

“I’m clean,” Lorcan promises, not getting angry like I expected him to, since I was practically accusing him of having a venereal disease. “I always wear protection and was tested two weeks ago.”

I nod, my anger simmering, but nothing like it was. It’s probably safe for me to sit next to him without strangling him, so I cross the room and sit on the couch next to him. “Does Yrene know?” His brows knit together in confusion and I realize not everyone calls her by her first name apparently. I add, “Dr. Towers.”

He shakes his head quickly. “I definitely didn’t tell her.”

Snorting, I look back up the spiral staircase. “She probably would have kicked you out of the study if she found out.”

“Yeah, and I’d…like to keep that from happening,” he says, drawing my gaze back to his.

My jaw is set. “Fine. I won’t say anything, as long as you don’t fuck anymore groupies.”

Those dark eyes are trained on me, but he says nothing for a second before asking, “Are you jealous?”

I blink. “What?”

He leans in, just a bit. “I get that you’re pissed, and that’s fair. But are you jealous?”

Tripping over my words, I pray that my cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “No.”

I’ve seen his body. It’s…magnificent. And I know the reputation he has. I can only imagine that he knows what he’s doing.

The thought has heat pooling in my core.

There’s just enough hesitation that his grin grows. “How long has it been for you?”

“Since what?”

He leans in a little more. “Since you had sex with someone.”

And now I’m sure my cheeks are just as red as I think they are. “That’s none of your business, but I can assure you, it’s a lot longer than six weeks ago. I followed the rules.”

“Good for you,” he murmurs, and I can feel his breath on my lips. “Now tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me,” he repeats and I feel his hands on my side. “Or I’ll tickle you.”

I swat his hands away, although I can scarcely breathe with him so close. My voice is a whisper when I say, “No and don’t you dare.”

He dared.

His fingers attack my ribs and I erupt into a fit of giggles that overpowers my anger as my head falls back and my back arches. “Stop it!”

He does not and when I meet his eye, he’s grinning. I try to scoot back but I can barely move. I’m ticklish. I know as much. Now, so does he. He keeps tickling me and I’m unable to stop my laughter.

“Fine!” I yell, and I’m smiling so wide that my face hurts. His fingers halt and he looks at me with raised brows. “It’s been…a while.”

He blinks. “Yeah, I’ve collected that. Doesn’t tell me how long.”

And then he’s tickling me again and my laughter and yelling and squirming resumes. Next thing I know, I’ve fallen back against the couch and he comes with me. His fingers still dance along my sides as he gets on his knees between my spread legs. As if he realizes the same time I do, his fingers come to a stop.

We’re both breathing heavily and grinning like fools, although there’s a glint in his eye now that wasn’t there before. My cheeks are flushed and the strap of my tank top is hanging off my shoulder.

He doesn’t move.

Neither do I.

Instead, his hands fall from my sides to the couch cushions on both sides of me. He hovers there on all fours and his eyes fall from mine to my lips then back again.

“You know, I can fix that for you,” he says, and his voice is dangerously low. “When you’re ready. You deserve to have someone make you feel good.”

My toes curl and I forget how to breathe.

As if he needs to prove it, he lets me have a little of his weight, pressing me into the couch. His hips nestle between my parted thighs and I can feel his cock pressed up against me.

“I thought I wasn’t what you wanted.” My voice is breathy, betraying the fact that he’s affecting me in all the wrong ways, though he’d probably say they’re the right ways.

“I thought so, too.” His voice is low, so deep it’s almost just a rumble in his chest. I feel it in my core and fight off the urge to shudder. He brushes a thumb over my lips and then begins to trail a hand down my body, over my ribs and hips until he’s gripping one of my thighs. He pulls me into him at the same time he leans down into me. “But my body apparently wants you…and I think yours wants me too.”

A little gasp escapes me as I breathe, “I want more than that.”

He leans down, brushing his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss. “I know you do.”

He rocks his hard cock against me and I’m unable to stop the soft moan from tumbling from my lips. He does it a second time and then a third, and then kisses me.

Not a kiss like we shared this morning or a soft brush of the lips.

Lorcan kisses me like a man kisses his wife.

It’s over nearly as quickly as it started, though, and he’s pulling away. “I told you I’d respect your decision, and I will. But I won’t quit trying. Just tell me when to stop and I will, no questions asked.”

I blink, my mind hazy and lust addled. “Wait. You’re going to respect my decision to wait to have sex with you, by trying to have sex with me?”

Tendrils of his hair have fallen loose of his bun and are framing his face. It should honestly be illegal to be this handsome, it’s not fair.

“I’m not going to have sex with you until you explicitly tell me that’s what you want,” he says, leaning in. I can smell his cinnamon toothpaste. “But you can’t tell me you didn’t like what we just did, that you don’t want me to do it again.

I stay quiet, because he’s right, I can’t and I won’t lie.

He grins, knowing the thoughts that are running through my mind.

“Kiss me,” I beg, and he does.

He kisses me in that way again that has me questioning my very existence. His body falls into mine and I can feel the long, thick length of him against my thigh. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have him inside of me. Would I even survive that? He’s so much bigger than I am, I should have known that his cock is massive, too. The thought has my mind reeling and a throbbing forming between my legs that I don’t think I’ll recover from.

His tongue slides against mine and I moan quietly, causing his arm to tighten around my waist.

Kissing him is easy.

If only fucking him was just as easy. The empty ache of my sex grows frustrating and I grind against him for any sort of satisfaction. It must please him, because he groans into my mouth.

Then my thoughts get the better of me.

Six weeks. He was with someone else six weeks ago.

It may have meant nothing, but I can’t just give myself to this man because we signed our marriage certificate. No, he has to earn me. I’ve saved myself since Ren and I wont give my body away over simple lust.

Even though I want him.

Even though the thought of his cock deep inside me will most likely keep me up tonight.

I break the kiss and he looks at me, wild eyed and breathing fast. I can still feel him against my thigh and it’s so damn distracting. I’m tempted to reach out and touch it but I don’t, I refrain, even though it goes against every ounce of my being.

“Stop?” He asks, chest heaving.

Gods, this man.

I nod, not trusting my voice, and without another word, he’s pushing himself off of the couch and offering me a hand up as well. He adjusts himself in his pants and, by the mother, I can see it through his jeans. It’s one thing to feel it, it’s another to see it. I realize that I’m staring at his crotch far longer than I should be.

I look up to find Lorcan already watching me, smirking. Clearing my throat, I pull the strap of my tank top back up and straighten the rest of my clothes, knowing my cheeks, ears, and chest are red.

“So,” I say, clearing my throat. “Living here is a no then?”

“I don’t think so.” He gestures towards the door. “I’m ready if you’re ready.”

My eyes go to the spiral staircase. “Should we tell them we’re leaving?”

He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together as we head for the door. “Probably best if I don’t see Fen for a few days.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “For telling me the truth?”

“Even if he didn’t mean to and was just running his mouth?” He looks down at me and sighs, but admits, “Yeah.”

His fingers loosen around mine and I think he’s expecting me to pull my hand away. But I don’t. As soon as we’re out in the hall, I say, “I’m glad he did. I’d rather find out now, than three months down the road.”

It’s quiet for a moment as we wait for the elevator. Just before it arrives, I whisper, “If you have any more secrets, now would be the time to tell me.”

The door opens and we step inside. “No more,” he says, pressing the button for the ground floor. “That’s the only one.”

As he says it, his fingers tighten around mine, as if he doesn’t want me to pull away.

I can’t help but think that means there’s more.

#til death do us part #tddup #elorcan #elorcan tddup #throne of glass #snacmc collabs #snelbz x tacmc collabs #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #lord lorcan lochan #elide x lorcan

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Caught by the Current

SYNOPSIS; hyunjae is lost at sea and you are his only guide to leading him back to his spiral of a household. except after a reasonable amount of time, maybe he starts to realize that going back to his old life, isn’t as important anymore.

PARING; surfer!hyunjae x mermaid!reader

GENRE; trigger warning, fluff, drama

WORD COUNT; 1.8k

TAGS/WARNINGS; kind of an asshole!hyunjae, mentions of injury, accidental pregnancy, hyunjae has an aggressive roommate, love at first sight on the readers side, hyunjae falls for the readers aid and clinginess, swearing, violence.

AUTHORS NOTE; this is like, my first time ever doing anything with a mermaid au so please bare with the disgusting start i had.

THEN

“don’t you ever listen?! i told you not to go to that damn party! now look at what has happened!” loud voices boomed through the echoey rooms of the beach house. hyunjae could feel his ears starting to ring from the amount of shouting and glass shattering around the room. his roommate, who happened to be dating one of hyunjae’s classmates, was rage filled at him. why? because hyunjae decided it would be a great idea to go to a party that he was strictly told not to go to… and get severely drunk enough to sleep with said girlfriend/classmate and have possibly the worst pregnancy scare of his life.

“relax! we don’t know the results yet! it’s barely been a full two weeks since that party,” hyunjae argued. “there’s probably no baby.”

“but that doesn’t mean i don’t get to kill you before there is one!” hyunjae shuttered when his roommate threatened him with another wine glass.

“so don’t you dare assume when you were the one who did this! you knew she liked you! and you stole her away from me!”

“oh so now this is about her? what happened to you being angry about me getting her pregnant?”

“so you did get her pregnant?!”

that was when the two of them tumbled to the ground, the already fallen glass shards stabbing into the back of hyunjae’s thin shirt. he hissed in pain as the hits started coming from the ladder. both men tossing and tumbling around the hard wood flooring in timed blows.

“just shut up!” hyunjae growled and raised his arm high, swinging it down onto his roommates right side. knocking him out cold, his body limp below him.

for once in a while, it was silent. much to hyunjae’s liking. he almost smiled at his own accomplishment. except, he didn’t want to seem too psychopathic. not yet, anyways.

struggling to stand up and keep a steady balance, hyunjae flipped his hair back out of his face. his heavy breathing being the only thing that could be heard through the stillness of the house.

it was blessing, not a curse.

groaning at the pain of the glass stuck to his fair skin, he ignored such wounds like any normal person would (not). his legs dragging him the only place he knew felt right: the ocean.

the wind was a current of itself. pushing against hyunjae’s bruiting body in a way that almost had him falling back down to his knees. but his need and desire for the water was stronger than such weather.

HOURS LATER

“cough, cough!” the burning sensation from inside was enough to have hyunjae jolting awake in a pain filled haze. his throat struggling to open and close as he coughed out spews of salt water. his hands shooting to his throat with an agonizing groan after he could finally breathe.

“what the fuck..?” he breathed out restlessly as he looked around, taking in the brightness of the sand and clearness of the shore. it was all unfamiliar to him. he didn’t remember things looking so.. clean before. “where am i?” in every direction was just water or sand or rocks or..

“are you okay?” you asked. but you didn’t seem to get the answer you were looking for as the man you were currently trying to help, was at a loss of words.

we all knew why.

“wha..” he started to say but didn’t finish. “who..” his eyes trailed from your face down your body. the top half looked normal but the bottom half…

“oh, i suppose it’s bad manners for you humans to not go without an introduction first..” you giggled.

“i’m y/n! it’s nice to meet you..”

“hyunjae..”

“hyunjae! great. i’m glad we know each other now. would you like to be friends?”

you asked out of pure curiosity but you definitely weren’t expecting a yes of any sorts.

maybe you had gone a little too overboard on your introduction because hyunjae still seemed to be at a loss of words. his eyes staring widely at your figure. you wondered if this was his first time seeing a mermaid before. by the looks of it, you didn’t have to wonder for too long.

“i’m a mermaid,” you waved your tail. the shimmer of blue and purple glittering in the suns ray. “don’t worry, i won’t eat you like how humans tell in the stories,” you giggled.

somehow, he seemed to relax a bit more.

“i’m not cruel, it’s only some kingdoms that do that.”

and now he was back to being tense.

“i’m sorry but- who are you, where am i, how did i get here, and how do i go home?!” hyunjae panted, those being the first clear words he had said to you in the past two minutes. his body dragging himself away from your close presence. “i told you already! i’m y/n! did you not hear me the first time?” you frowned. “i heard you, dipshit. what i really meant was who are you to me?” he specified.

“ohhh! well why didn’t you just say so?”

“bruh.”

“i saved your life,” you said obliviously. hyunjae just taking his sweet time in giving you the most unamused stare known to man. “last thing i remember is doing what i do best out on the waves, what happened to that?”

you shrugged.

“the only thing i saw was your body being carried away by the rush currents. i pulled you here and tended to your wounds, you seemed pretty beat up,” you gestured to his face. his instinct kicking in to hug his body close to himself, the small stinging against his back only now registering.

along with his pounding head.

“augh,” he winced in pain and held his head in the palm of his hands. your body leaping forward to tend to his aid. “careful, you suffered from some hard head trauma.. i assume you hit your head on some of the rocks close to where you come from. it might have resulted in some memory loss,” you frowned, your hands rubbing his bare shoulders. “is that why i don’t remember how i got here?” hyunjae mumbled more towards himself. you didn’t dare to answer.

your fingers raked gently against his rough, sandy, curls. your concern showing through your face as you observed his slumped over figure.

for you, it had been a while that you had known this boy. almost every day you would come to the surface and watch him ride the waves like he was in his natural habitat. you envied being in an environment so comfortable to you like it was your birth home despite not being built for it at all. granted, hyunjae would never survive if he lived the way you did, but at least he could go in the water without getting bashed for his species.

assuming he never meets your family.

“careful, you still haven’t fully recovered from your wounds,” you laid him down, hovering over him enough to block the sun from his golden eyes. he stared at you longingly, you weren’t entirely sure what he was thinking now. before you assumed it was because you were different but now, it was the stare that seemed different.

“how long will i have to stay laying here?”

“well… without the help of my guardians back home, there’s not much i can do other than patch up what you have going on. i don’t have the tools to get out your splinters but for as far as i know, you can move as much as you want. just as long as you don’t injure yourself again.”

he nodded, staying in his laid position that you put him in. you didn’t know why but he seemed more relaxed in comparison to before. was it because you posed no danger to him anymore? you didn’t know you ever did, if you did.

your fingers traced over his bare chest, the closed wounds brushing your fingertips. he hissed at the sting but didn’t make any effort as to move you.

“unfortunately enough, you don’t have very many places to go while your on this island.”

“but you can help me get home, right?”

you nodded.

“good. then you’ll help me survive until then.”

NOW

you don’t know why but those words stuck with you but from day one, you never left him. the same way that hyunjae never left you like he said he wouldn’t. he warmed up to you in a short amount of time.

on the outside he’s a cold person but when you really got to know him, he’s incredibly sweet.

the both of you talked about what kind of problems he’d have to face again if he went back, what problems you would have to face going back to the kingdom after they know about your disappearance because of some lowly human.

not only that but you also taught hyunjae how to fish with his bare hands. it was a long process but you explained to him the meaning of life to you and how all sea life had its place in the balanced circle. he didn’t get it at all but you made sure to show him what you mean when the time came.

you were just happy enough to finally meet the one you had your eyes set on for months now. and happy that he accepted you enough to keep you by his side. you didn’t believe that the reason was entirely for survival.

you didn’t know about him but you secretly wished you could stay together forever.

‘you don’t have to go, do you?” you asked him, your head leaning against his broad shoulders.

it had already been two weeks.

“i do,” he paused. “i can’t just keep running away from my life forever, i have principles, things i’ve worked for, my studies. its not like i can just throw it all away because of some…” he trailed off, his eyes trailing down to your figure. you looked up at him, sadly. “i mean… i don’t want all of my effort to go to waste.”

you didn’t agree nor disagree with him. you understood where he was coming from but still, you wanted nothing more than for him to stay with you. forever.

it was a selfish guilty pleasure.

“will i get to see you again?”

“ill come to the ocean every day.”

“do you promise?”

he nodded.

it was silent for a long time. the both of you enjoyed each others presence before you finally boated him back home. it wasn’t an entirely long journey but each minute felt like hours. the longer you swam with no thoughts, the more you wished he’d change his mind about leaving you.

“i don’t regret anything from that day.” he suddenly said when the both of you came up on his beach house in the distance.

“me neither,” you giggled. if you hadn’t saved him, he probably would have died or at the very least, been lost a sea.

he smiled halfway at you, his hand resting on the side of your head. you leaned into his touch, your hand caressing the back of his.

“i’ll see you soon?” you proposed.

he nodded, parting his ways with you.

#cobiehaven #cobiehaven.tbz #the boyz #tbz #the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae #lee jaehyun #tbz jaehyun #tbz fluff #tbz angst #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #hyunjae x reader #jaehyun x reader #surfer!hyunjae #mermaid!reader

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vellaphoria · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @waffleinator-inator! <3

20 Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on AO3?

There are 40 that I’ve solo-authored, and 9 that I did varying degrees of work on when a group of dc writers doing a round robin fic collaboration thing

What’s your total A03 word count?

It’s a bit thrown off by the aforementioned colabs, but I don’t want to go through and do the math, so the overall total is 567,072

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DC! The comics variant, that is. And within that, mostly Batman-adjacent characters. Though I also have one fic each for the avengers, the silmarillion, and haikuu

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Excluding the collaborations, it’s:

Cut and Run (Bruce crashes Tim and Ra’s’ dinner/business meeting; T, gen, 1.6k)

Deadfall (Canon divergence where Tim died in Red Robin and was resurrected/kidnapped by Ra’s; M, gen, 125k, on hiatus)

Recursion (Tim accidentally travels back in time to when Dick was just starting out as Nightwing, which is complicated by the fact that they still haven’t made up after Damian became Robin; M for mild nsfw, DickTim, 20k)

Complications (Outsider POV of post RR-canon divergence, ft. morally grey Tim; G, gen, 1.7k)

This Whole Damn City Thinks It Needs You (But Not as Much as I Do) (There has been a fair amount of building ust between Dick and Tim after Red Robin. Dick decides to do something about that; E for blatant nsfw, DickTim, 23k)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, but very slowly!

I respond because is someone took the time to engage with my work and actually write one, then it feels like it’s only right for me to put in an equal amount of effort to respond.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would probably be the DickBabs with unrequited DickTim wedding Tumblr fic (here, if you like pain)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s hard to say. Since I tend to be averse to bad endings, most of my fics have happy endings of one sort or another

Do you get hate on your fic?

Sometimes. Usually from people who can’t grasp that limited third person POV means that the narrating character doesn’t have perfect information at all times, or people who are upset that characters don’t make 100% rational decisions 100% of the time.

Do you write smut?

Yep! <3

Do you write crossovers?

Depends on how you define them. I tend to do a lot of AUs which blend elements from other settings with DC, but I don’t really enjoy writing characters from different, unrelated media meeting.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My Running (and when to stop) DickTim series was translated into 中文-普通话國語 by SummerVapour and tiktiktiktiktam, which is linked on the fic itself

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes; I helped write a few fics in the round robin collaboration series A Journey of Personal Discovery Through Social Isolation. Amusingly, we named it that a year before the pandemic started.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

DickTim, to absolutely no one’s surprise :D

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably To Break Every Bended Knee; or, Apocrypha. I really love the setting, but the fic is supposed to be JayTimDick and all the endings I plotted for it ended up being DickTim with Jason kind of doing his own thing. That doesn’t seem like a particularly satisfying conclusion to anyone interested in the story, so I decided to put my time elsewhere.

What’s your writing strengths?

Comments that have gone into specifics have said that my fics have good characterization, visualization, and engrossing plots.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

I’m very bad at brevity, so writing short, snappy fics that also make sense doesn’t usually work out for me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I pretty much only speak English, so I don’t tend to do it. If I ever had a fic that absolutely needed it, then I’d ask for writing support from someone who actually does speak the language in question.

First fandom you wrote for?

Depends on how you define wrote. If you mean wrote and published, then it’s DC. If you mean wrote when I was a kid and then let disappear into the files of a long-defunct computer, then probably Stargate SG-1.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Of the stuff I have published, probably Recursion. Though if I’m allowed to include WIPs, then I’ve been working on a DickTim slowburn on and off for a while now. It’s meant to cover things from when they meet to post-Red Robin, with a fair amount of mini canon divergences throughout. Currently it’s somewhere upwards of 50k, but I haven’t had a chance to work on it in a while. If you're in the mood for it, no pressure tagging @gerryrigged, @marirah, and @themandylion :D

#jagn answers #tag games

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doorrobloxstuff · 1 year

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Guiding Light x Curious Light headcanons...au thingie..

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This was inevitable.

- The guiding light was sent by a moon goddess(or maybe it disappeared to go do it itself.) to keep entities from escaping the hotel. If they ever emerged they would wreck havoc on humankind.

- The curious light was sent/came long AFTER. Maybe it was sent by the goddess to look for the guiding light… maybe the goddess shipped them…Or maybe it just got lost I dunno.

- But it got lost, found by the entities of the rooms and basically forgot what it was doing down there and decided to live with them as roomies.

- Basically, the guiding light goes down there. Gets curious. Opens the door. Meets CL AAAAAND-

- literally the opposite of love at first sight. Slowest slowburn to have ever BURNT. The guiding light is pretty cold and distant at times.

- Its lost so many people to the entities. So many bloodied and horrible agonizing messes..the goddess would never send someone so …pure… to this damned place…right?

-She’ll eventually send for its return, right?

- ..Right?

- The guiding light actually begins to enjoy the curious light after awhile. The curious light isn’t really that overbearing. Prone to excitement over small things? Sure. A bit immature at times? Yes. Absolutely. But never anything really overtly-annoying or tedious.

- Infact, sometimes its lack of overall concern terrifies Guiding light. “I mean.. we can just resurrect them right?”

- Yea.. the entities have normalized it to murder. Whoops. That and it doesn't really understand death because its an undertrained angel who is literally steam-fresh out of heaven.

- HORRIFIED STARING ENSUES.

- It definitely would NEVER trust Cl with a person’s life. But it never really needs too because because CL never interferes with its business.

- But besides from all of that..it can appreciate the presence of another angelic being.

- Long has it missed the Angelic hymns of divine beings. The holy light of another angel. The innocence of another angel..The little things..

- The curious light reminds it of home.

- A friendship blossoms between the the two. Mostly silly banter that often descends into long hymns about the moon and the stars. - Often, the curious light will seek out the company of The Guiding light. And If GL isn't busy, GL will entertain the Curious light's silly musings, antics and occasional yet surprising child-like wisdom that it comes flying out of its mouth. - After good while, the Guiding light will actively seek out the Curious light just to hear what its thinking about today. A short while AFTER that the guiding light begins to engage back in long info-dumps that the curious light will respond with even L O N G E R infodumps. - After awhile, the guiding light begins to become more aware of something..new..bubbling to the surface every time it hears its voice or feels a strange happiness sees the color yellow. -...then the awareness fully kicks in. - gl:

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- Confessing ANYTHING is so H A R D for gl to do. But luckily it doesn't have to. The curious light confesses first. - Ran out of ideas here so now its just drabbles. - The curious light is the one who wears the pants in the relationship. The guiding light is simply the one who holds on the critical thinking and braincells. - You know that lesbian/sapphic stereotype where two lesbians move super duper fast and the next thing you know they are already picking out a donor and buying a new house and they've found their soulmate?? Yea that's them. That's these two past the courting phase. They move SUPER DUPER fast. - Also these two love to touch each others wings. I can imagine a tired guiding light finished with its vigil collapsed within the loving hands of the curious light. Stroking its soft wings and murmuring words of comfort whenever the guiding light fails to save another wanderer. - The guiding light is very busy just trying to save the stupid people who wandered in. So these two don’t get to see eachother a lot - Both would share the tiny plane of existence that GL would be on. - Also no, the guiding light is not going to tell the entities about its spouse/partner. They'd believe it to be target numero uno on if the entities ever found out.. and honestly I'd think Rush or Ambush (for stealing prey, harming dupe.ect) would do it.. but the rooms gang, who adore CL would probably retaliate and Rushbush would have a target on their head. - help i ran out of juice enjoy

#wardenrush.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #doors x reader #Youtube

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beneathashadytree · 2 years

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Hi! I wonder if I can request some headcanons of Mikey meeting his soulmate? And how he would react , (when meeting the person is like having a heart palpitations? same goes for the other like they couldn't breathe properly until they're closer to each other. Of course, it will only occured once for the first meeting.) How would he feels after that and treat their significant other? Thank you and sorry for any inconveniences! ✨

ROPED IN - MIKEY/MANJIRO SANO X READER

Warnings : soulmate AU, a couple of curse words, Mikey is a bit of a Dumb of Ass sometimes but we love him, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff and puppy love aww

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : Again, my apologies for taking so long, but as soon as I finished finals I contracted COVID🥹 But thank you so so much for requesting! This was a delight to write, since I love soulmate AUs and young love 💗 Hope you enjoy this!!

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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During one of the (very rare) occasions in which Mikey decided to finally pull his shit together and get to school, it just happened to be the damn busiest day of all

No one skips Tuesdays; he has no idea why and frankly feels too annoyed by the pressing crowd in the hallways to care

To make matters worse, his chest feels like it’s constricting onto itself, and has him nearly doubling over wheezing in pain, without Draken by his side too

White-hot and searing, he has no idea what’s causing the pain that’s making him clutch at the front of his shirt

His racing heart palpitations were only getting worse too, and he could barely breathe past it all, let alone notice that he’d crammed himself amidst the mass of bodies

It only grew worse, to the extent that he thought to himself how pathetic it would’ve been if he happened to die like this

What a stupid way to go out; dropping dead because of what felt like some sort of respiratory or cardiac failure out of nowhere

He could faintly hear someone taking gasping breaths from in front of him, before the flaring pain melted away just as instantly and quickly as it had appeared

Blinking back the remains of the sizzling pain from the back of his eye, Mikey straightened himself after having doubled over in pain, only to find himself face to face with someone who looked just as windswept and overwhelmed as he was

They were standing in front of the lockers in the far end of the corridor, and both of them slumped in pure exhaustion against them

“What the hell was that…” he could hear them mumble under their breath

Yeah, if he weren’t so confused before then he definitely was now

“You felt that too?”

When they confirmed it, Mikey instinctively reached out for their wrist, a habit made of checking his mates’ pulses when things got a little out of hand

The moment he touched their skin, a feeling of utter relaxation and peacefulness washed over him

It felt like the knot in his chest was replaced by a bubbling pot of warmth that left his limbs tingling in the best way possible

He couldn’t even help the flush that climbed his cheeks at the contact, slowly smiling as he reveled in the feeling

They were no different, either, if he could tell by the way their facial expression was schooled into one of pure bliss that must’ve mirrored his own

It felt… more than just nice, he had to admit, seeing them blush to the tips of their ears as well

Now that he was far more clear-headed than he’d ever felt, Mikey could finally piece it all together and figure out just what this entire thing was

He’d heard rumors before but he’d never felt it himself nor known anyone who’d experienced it, but this couldn’t be anything except the infamous soulmate bond

“I think this means we’re bound together from now on,” and then he began to explain what he’d heard from the whispers

Of the tethered souls and the pre-written fated partners for every person

How they feel immense pain right up to meeting, only to feel immense relief right afterwards

“So we’re literally tied to each other now, huh?” they sheepishly smiled, still flushed an endearing red, and he could feel his own blush grow deeper at their sweet-looking smile, “I’m not at all opposed to the idea. I mean, I guess you’re easy on the eyes.”

“Just easy on the eyes? You’d think your soulmate would flatter you more,” he pouted, earning a delighted laugh that had his heart swelling to twice its size in his chest

And that was the start of a series of “accidental” meet-ups in the school hallways, followed by tentative date requests

It’s not like he had all the time in the world, but he would rather spend his free time outside of his gang life going out with the person he was probably going to spend the rest of his life with

Most importantly, it never felt like a chore to him (unlike most things)

Clasping their hand in his, dragging them along to hit the diners after school, competing like little shitheads at the arcade but ultimately giving in and buying each other trinkets and gifts; it all amounted into a different type of happiness he’d never felt before

The kind that had him grinning like a fool every time they laughed beside him, head thrown back and all

The kind that had him gazing at them in a certain way, chin resting on his hand as he thought of all the ways he found them absolutely captivating

The kind that had him listening to them with incredible intent and concentration he never put into his classes (if he even bothered to attend them), folding every little piece of information about them and tucking it in a cherished pocket in his heart

The kind that had him falling so foolishly and hopelessly in love in what felt like mere minutes but was actually over the course of months of pure, unadulterated bliss

It was only a matter of time before he decided to pour his heart out and ask them out properly

They knew without a shadow of a doubt what his intentions were, given how serious he’d been taking them (which completely contrasted just how ridiculously at home and laidback he felt around them, even though the occasional chill of nerves never really went away)

Every single feeling of his was reciprocated; after all, who could say no to Mikey’s effortless, often-unintentional charm?

It was quite literally impossible for them to refuse when he was so endearingly lovable to them; it was like the universe had plucked the best match for them

(Little do they know)

Anyways, after a cute date that ended up with them kissing him just a little deeper than they normally would have, they finally officially started dating

And if anything, he’d fallen even harder for them than he ever thought he was capable of

He wasn’t the most punctual boyfriend, and more often than not he ran late on dates

And he wasn’t the most energetic either in the mornings; it took them at least 3 calls to wake him up every day, saving Draken the effort of doing it himself

And maybe he was a tad forgetful when it came to anniversaries and always remembered last minute

And yeah, he did sometimes snap and say things he would never mean, his fury getting the best of him

But he would never let them go to sleep angry at him, nor would he ever bear having them upset because of his actions

So it always came naturally to him to make them happy in his own little ways; ways that might not seem like much to other outsiders, but meant the world to the couple

Texting them near midnight even when his phone bill was running ridiculously high just to tell them goodnight

Sharing his snacks with them because “they don’t taste half as good without them”

Kissing their cheek every time someone asks if they’re dating regardless of who’s watching (which was equal parts embarrassing and heartwarming)

Buying them their favorite beverages and food whenever he’s up first at lunch (even if it means having to knock out a few kids for them)

Coming over with the claim that he needs help focusing on his work (which is a blatant lie; he never gets his shit done and only ever swings by to keep them company and because he misses them)

The sweet nicknames and pet names that only grow more ridiculous by the day until they’re almost 100% sure he’s doing it on purpose to be a nuisance

Taking them on motorcycle rides in the dead of the night whenever they could, just to take them out to the cliff overlooking the city and marvel at the breathtaking sights and how utterly small they felt above

Kissing in quiet rooms with nervously trembling fingers and hushed whispers of adoration and breathy giggles

Impossibly tight hugs that had them piecing together each others broken shards into one big jumble of love

Mikey was far from being the perfect lover, and they weren’t flawless either, all things considered

But with a bond that ran so deep and with so much affection overflowing between them, it was damn near impossible to not feel bliss in each other’s presence

Maybe school on Tuesdays wasn’t all that bad; after all, it did lead them to each other’s awaiting arms, didn’t it?

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna @sherlockscumslut @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

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ksfnmoments · 8 months

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i return from my undeclared hiatus to say that ocean would scream arson but not actually commit it whereas tina lives and breathes the word arson and can and will do it with no hesitation

that is the key difference between them

So, interest in nitefort itself has dwindled recently and has been since Chapter 3 Season 4. Though I could blame it on the chaos of college + supporting my brother in sports, I really just don’t want to play it. I think it also mainly stems from the fact that I’m only ever interested playing it with friends, and everyone else has been moving on from it as well. That being said, the casts of Chapter 2 Seasons 1-3 still live rent free in my head all day, every day and I still write about them, hell, they’re all I write about

I have some more stories that I’ve had finished since the last one I posted (I think it was a Journey mom friend one with Cameo) and I’m gonna slowly push those out here. I’m also configuring the high school au headcanon shenanigans again because they’re fun to work with and I’m just gonna release those all in one post rather than having them all in separate.

With everything said and done, I think it’s time to officially say goodbye to the beginning era—whatever it can be called—of this blog: incorrect quotes, headcanon lists, fortography, season reviews, and etc. Incorrect quotes were always my favorite to come up with, but as time went on, the motivation to do them was lost and there are only so many templates to use that I actually like and can easily fit characters into. Headcanon lists were sometimes the hardest for me to come up with and I quickly lost the motivation for those too; headcanons will still pop up now and then but they’ll continue to be kinda random and on the fly. Everything else requires me to actually kinda pay attention to the game, which just hasn’t been happening for me lately (though the rumors I’m hearing about this next season and chapter have piqued my interest).

From now on, I’ll be keeping this blog dedicated to my stories/storyverse as they come along since that’s all that’s been my focus for this past year in regards to Fortnite. To anyone who’s been following The Tide Rises, thank you; but it is also on hiatus until further notice, as I’m deciding to actually go in order with the trilogy I had planned for the E.G.O/GHOST vs A.L.T.E.R/SHADOW war. I want the whole storyline to make sense to myself before I finish what is meant to be the third installment, and though I regret doing this at the last minute as I’m at the final couple battles, I think this is the best step for me.

I’m actually considering making another blog for SHADOWs of GHOST specifically once I get everything rolling, and so I can have everything in one place without clutter. But, until then, the next few posts will be little oneshots I’ve completed as of now and the aforementioned finished high school au headcanons. I would like to say though, you can find me on Wattpad and AO3 under the name kayvi0 and everything is more likely to be posted there first.

Thanks for reading. It was nice holding on for a while but at some point I knew I would have to let go of what this blog used to be. Until next time💜

also i really love piper pace and mae omg and antonia is so pretty and the heist music at the bases is so damn cool and all the lobby music packs this battle pass are PEAK and that’s a summary of my favorite things about this season

#in regards to the first part #i have a running joke where arson is my favorite thing ever #if there is opportunity in a game for fire and/or explosions i WILL take it #and be very enthusiastic about it #but i would never do it irl hell i’m scared to even touch lighters lmao #ocean and tina are daredevils and have no regards for personal safety #but at the very least ocean will say chaotic things and not actually go through with them wheres tina will #im regards to the last part #I’M THE DRIVER THE CONNIVER I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING THE JOB REQUIRES #i have that chorus memorized by heart i swear it’s my new hype anthem

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im-smart-i-swear · 1 year

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heres some doodles of The Funky Guys TM from yesterday!

i havent really had the energy to really finish any larger piece for WEEKS so doodles are all youre gonna get for now.....

you KNOW im rotating that purple fucker(eenek) in my head when i can only draw them sobbing and angry and scared and frustrated over and over again :)

MAN ive been thinkin about ‘em recently....... uhhh im gonna put some stuff about eeneks’s upbringing under the cut if anyone wants to read it(its a mess of paragraphs i didnt use when answering an ask lol so its propably not very good:/ its just some of my thoughts on een and galra as a whole)

okay so eenek is... how do i put this... fixated on the idea of the galran empire that they grew up surrounded by. they have this idealised view of how the world works and lets just say 'clones of the black paladin helping a galran and being overall nice people' doesnt really fit in there...

(btw for this au's sake lets assume an average galran lifespan is roughly similiar to humans or slightly longer, cause its way more interesting that way imo)

zarkon was the emperor for 10 000 years. ten thousand. thats generations upon generations of galrans raised in a culture of violence and hate and a sense of superiority. like..... thats fucked up right?? thats insane? after so many generations, can you even separate galran culture from the war itself?

so Eenek grew up surrounded by propaganda and war, convinced the galran empire is the best thing to ever happen to the universe. their life was relatively normal(or as close as you could get) until they were the galran equivalent of around eight. death somewhere in space or ‘in the trenches’ was propably a common occurance - sometimes it would be a friend's parent or a distant relative or some other person just distant enough to be bearable... until it wasnt.

i dont know yet if it was a parent or a sibling, but either way - they were gone. Eenek just lost a loved one, and it hit them hard. BUT instead of starting to question if the conquest was really worth all the grief, they just sunk in deeper. beacuse it has to be worth it, right? all the pain and death wasnt, couldnt be for nothing, their loved one didnt die in a pointless conflict right?? right???

and so Eenek decides to dedicate their life to the galran empire(at like. 8 years old..)

its calm for a couple years after that(though they slowly drift away from their dad(who is actually secretly forging documents and helping escaped prisoners&deserters flee the empire but shhhhh eenek doesnt know that)) and theN QUIZNKING VOLTRON APPEARS and its all downhill from there :)

(damn the more i think about them the more i realise they really ARE like a chihuahua)

#my art #soup's clothes dont make ANY sense in-universe #but i like drawing the tattered sleeves okay?#also i love the idea of her learning how to #moderate the arm's intensity?? so she can use it as a portable stove or a lighter #its the... the fackt she takes the arm. whnich was designed as a weapon for gladiator fights. and uses that to make her family's life easier #......aUGH.. do you understand my vision??#my funky guys #clone shiro #im giving all of them at least one facial scar btw #eenek's is similiar to shiro and buddy's beacuse. insert deep meaning here #kuron vld #vld kuron #taks' teenage rebellion starts. 1 dead 5 injured.#(also pal's. bc taks turns out to actually be kinda a good influence after all and helps him realise he doesnt have to listen to what #others tell him 24/7 #so he actually starts to develop healthy boundaries!!! wooo!!!)#once again i am terribly sorry to most of my followers who propably have no idea what the fuck is happening here. its not REALLY a #warrior cats blog. sorry. im just here to be silly and annoying #and warrior cats is SO BIG it feels overwhelming for me :/#i MIGHT(im not promising anything tho) do mothwings design similiar to the hawkfrost one. maybe. dont count on it.

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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Come Home.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you...

Themes: fluff, soft smut

WARNING: FLUFF

a/n: just a quick dose of fluff because we all need some, ily!

Bucky checked his phone the moment he slid into the backseat of his car. Without a word said, his driver knew that he would be going home.

Bucky smiled at the text you just sent him, attached to which was a picture of you and your son cuddling on your bed with big smiles on both your faces. The text read: ‘Showered, PJs on and we’re ready for cuddles! Come home quick, we love you!’

Just the thought of returning home to his little family which he adored so much made all his fatigue fade away. He couldn’t imagine life without the two of you in it, he would die and kill for you without hesitation.

Half an hour later he was home. He made sure to have a quick word with his guards outside - as always thanking them for ensuring the safety of his family when he’s not around during the day. He walked inside and locked the door and rushed upstairs, excited to see you and his son, already taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He walked into your bedroom and he immediately melted at the sight on your bed.

Both you and your son, in matching PJs, fell asleep while waiting on him. You were sprawled carelessly on the soft mattress and your son fell asleep on top of you, holding on to your hip. Bucky let out a soft chuckle as he carefully stepped closer to you two, noticing the bedtime story books amidst the books you were currently reading, as well as the bar of chocolate on the bedside which you and your son probably shared - things your son inherited from you; the love for books and stories, and a sweet tooth.

Bucky leaned over, kissing you both carefully on the forehead. He always found it adorable how both you and your son slept similarly; lips slightly parted, snoring softly. He decided not to disturb you two any further so he slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Once he stepped out of the shower, he had to force himself to disturb your baby boy slightly because he needed to be put in his own bed so he could sleep more comfortably. But also, Bucky desperately needed some time alone with you.

He placed one knee gently on the bed, bending a little and slipping his hands under the little sleeping frame of your son so as to pick him up as gently as possible. “Come on bud, we gotta put you in your own bed.” He whispered, mainly to himself as he detached the 3-year-old toddler from your hip. “Such a momma’s boy,” Bucky muttered under his breath when he realized that your son was putting up a gentle fight even in his sleep as his father tried to get him off of your leg.

As soon as he felt the loss of contact from your body heat, your son whimpered quietly in his father’s arms, still asleep as he made an attempt to reach out for you again with his little arms. Bucky smiled. “I know, I know.” He shushed your son as best he could, rocking him gently and praying to God he doesn’t wake up.

“I’m just as obsessed with your mom as you are. I hate being away from her too.” He whispered to your son as he slowly walked out of your bedroom and crossed the hallway to get to the little man’s room. “But hey, you hang out with her all day. Now it’s my turn.” He whispered, placing your son down on the smaller, equally as comfy bed.

He positioned the pillows just how he liked it and tucked your baby in bed, kissing his forehead. “Good night little man, daddy loves you.” He turned the soft night light on before leaving the room, closing the door just halfway.

Bucky was almost giddy as he slid into bed behind you. He pulled the covers over both of you before pulling you closer and spooning you from behind. You stirred gently, recognizing his touch instantly as his bare chest pressed against your back. He wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you into him even more and kissed along your exposed neck.

You woke up giggling as he nibbled on your skin. You kept your eyes closed and just relished his touch. “Hi handsome.” You whispered. Bucky responded with a soft moan, kissing and licking along your throat. You immediately reached out to feel the spot beside you, where you remember your son had fallen asleep earlier. “Where’s-,”

Bucky replied before you even finished your sentence. “Already put him to bed. I found him holding on to your leg like a little koala bear when I came in.”

You let out a chuckle. “God, I love him. I love him so much it hurts.”

Bucky hummed, agreeing before he bit down on your shoulder. “Spare some love for me. I helped make him.” He spoke of his son fondly as always, yet you noticed the ever-present, playful jealousy in his tone.

You giggled, “Oh of course. You’re part of the reason why he’s here. Thank you for that.” You turned in his arms to face your husband. You reached up and caressed his cheek softly. “Thank you.” You whispered again.

Bucky smiled, which quickly morphed into a smirk. “I can think of so many ways in which you can thank me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours before you could say anything. He felt you smile into the kiss as he deepened it, slipping his tongue into your mouth; licking and earning soft moans out of you.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your warm body as he gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, not breaking the kiss yet. He hissed in pleasure when you playfully bit his lip, filling his mind with filth. He pulled away gently, looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes. “I’ve missed you all day.”

You noticed the way he discreetly rolled his hips against you, rubbing his erection against your clothed core. Even through the layers of clothing you could feel his hunger; thick, large, hard. You were certain that by now your stare must be just as filled with lust and love as his was.

“Show me how much.” You whispered, lips already parted as you awaited his kiss.

Unable to resist, he leaned down for a brief, deep kiss before pulling away to stare at you again. “Where do you want me, baby?” His voice was deeper, words dripping with desire as his body heat wrapped around you. He was needy, rubbing his erection more and more in between your legs as if pleading you to let him pleasure you.

You groaned, loving his gentle teasing. “I don’t mind, I just want you.”

He chuckled, your words stroking his ego. “I love you.” He mumbled, lowering his mouth to yours again; kissing your lips before moving slowly down your body, his lips kissing down your body as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your top. He stopped and stared at your chest shamelessly once your top was off. He straddled you and reached up to cup both your breasts in his large hands and fondled with them before looking up at you. “Did they get bigger? I feel like they did.”

That earned a loud chuckle out of you. “Perv.” You mumbled while sliding your fingers into his thick, soft hair which he had also passed on to your son.

Bucky smirked before leaning in to kiss down the valley of your cleavage, still toying with your breasts while occasionally rolling and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back off the bed. He pulled away after a while, and kept kissing down your body until he knelt in between your legs.

He gently lowered your shorts down your legs; getting rid of them and kissed your inner thighs once you were completely naked under him. No matter how many times he had seen you naked, your body, your warmth - it always excited him just the same as the first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you giggle and moan quietly under your breath.

You opened your eyes to look down at him with nothing but love, and desire in your stare. There was a time in your life when you questioned whether or not one day someone would be capable of loving you with all their heart, despite your flaws and imperfections. You wondered if you’d ever be one of the lucky ones whose partners looked at them with pure love, devotion and affection. That question was answered now because Bucky always looked at you like you hung the moon itself.

It didn’t have to be said, he knew what you were thinking. He always knew. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs, settling in between them like he belonged there and inched his face closer to your already dripping core.

You could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin as he brought his mouth closer to your wet lips. He held your stare as he peppered kisses around your glistening core. You moaned quietly when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. You felt your heart flutter as a familiar warmth washed over you.

Your hand immediately flew to his slightly damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning another moan out of you.

He didn’t hold back, he ate you out eagerly; satiating both your hunger. Bucky looked up at you again at the same time as you looked down, and you saw the pure hunger in his eyes. And he saw the need in yours. So he gave you his all. He had you squirming, moaning - a complete mess under him in no time.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you felt his tongue fucking you gently. He locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of you; your taste, your warmth, the way you moaned, the fact that he knew no one else would ever make you feel this way ever again. It drove him wild.

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone; gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him; making you gasp and moan. The wet sounds erupting whenever his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit were downright filthy and it only made you want more of him.

You felt him kissing his way up your body; leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his deep blue eyes.

His stare was feral, he was hungry. “I need you.” He was in a bit of a daze as he thought of the last time he had you - yesterday morning - and that felt like ages ago.

You reached up and touched his cheek gently. “I’m all yours, Buck.” You reminded him.

That was enough. You were his, and he loved you more and more each day. And he showed you just that. He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin; from your mouth to your neck as he lowered his sweatpants and carefully slid into you. Your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely, inch by inch. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him and reminding him that he was yours. He would always belong to you because no one else would ever make him feel this way.

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just as you felt his thick cock filling you up; snug inside you. He felt familiar, yet just as intoxicating each time. He laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. You frowned in pleasure and threw your head back as he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

The air around you got warmer again, his movements were gentle, and passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d mumble his name under your breath.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more under him. “Look at me,” he growled quietly under his breath.

You immediately opened your eyes and stared into his. His stare was intense, but loving as always. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you like you were as important as the air he breathed. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.

He moaned at how tight you felt around his throbbing cock, and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come for me, baby...” He whispered, voice strained and gravelly; which sent chills down your body.

His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar, sweet pain in between your legs; making you gasp for air and your walls clench violently around him. “Come with me…” You moaned, wantonly.

His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you; his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly.

With a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone; gushing out all around him. You came around his cock with a loud moan; grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you.

You were both gasping for air; hearts racing and holding onto each other as you came down from your high together. Bucky was careful not to crush you under him and moved to lay beside you for a moment, catching his breath before he pulled you into him again, spooning you from behind like he had earlier.

You pulled the covers back up on top of your warm bodies and you closed your eyes, basking in his warmth.

He leaned over to kiss your cheek again and playfully nipped at your earlobe, you pulled away giggling again.

“I love you, baby.” He murmured into your ear. He would never get tired of saying it because he meant it, with all his heart and he knew that you knew.

“I love you more.” You sighed, thankful for him. “Now,” you spoke as you turned around in his arms, facing him yet again, “Tell me about your day…”

#mob!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff

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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 years

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A Trusting Moment

Summary: you were working in your dress shop when your favorite pirate comes in for some patch work of his own.

Word Count: 600ish

Warnings: some blood, royal au, pirate au

Pairing: thief! Steve rogers x seamstress!female reader

Humming to yourself, you lean back in the chair as you admired your newest dress. The sequins shone in the lighting of the lamp to your right and you couldn’t have felt more accomplished. You clapped your hands together to rid yourself of the thread that had strung itself along your fingers and stood up before heaving the mannequin over to the window where the dress would be displayed.

You looked through more fabrics behind the counter to decide what you should work on for your next project before your front door quickly opened and closed, the wood slamming tightly shut cauing you to jump in surprise.

You exclaimed in horror as a man leaned against your door, a scarley blotch covering his abdomen, his hands stained wet. “What in the heavens is going on here?”

Heaving a deep sigh, the man looked at you. “I’ll- I’ll explain everything in a moment. Just give me time.”

“Who are you and why are you covered in... is that blood?”

“The gaurds are after me.” He grinned, his teeth stained with red. “I broke into the damned castle, looking for priceless heirlooms. Dumb idea on my part.”

Without giving yourself any time to think, you rushed over to the man and guided him to the back of your store. Just as he had sat down and leaned his head against the wall behind him, the front door opened once more. You heard the familiar jingle of Palace Guard armour waltzing through the front of your store and you quickly rushed to the counter.

“Good afternoon, sir. What can I do for you?” You asked, trying to remain calm and collected as the gaurd shifted through the materials in front of him.

“I’m on a search for a criminal, his name is Steve Rogers.”

“Never heard of him.” You swallowed, assuming that the man bleeding in the back of your store was the criminal this guard was referring to. “What crimes did he commit?”

“Treason, treachery, theiving. He’s a menace!”

“Oh, dear.” you pouted. “But I’m afraid I have no clue whom you’re speaking about. Care to tell me what he looks like? Perhaps I can see if any of my customers would recognize him; shall he be sighted on the streets?”

He took a pamphlet from his satchel and handed it to you. “If you see him, don’t be afraid to warn the people; he’s a dangerous man, m’lady.”

“Of course, sir.” You smiled tightly and watched as he walked out of the shop. When the coast was certainly clear, you rushed back into the back room and grabbed the closest fabric you could before wrapping his body tightly.

“Treason, huh?” you spoke after a moment.

“Look, I’m not the most precious saint on these lands, but a man’s gotta eat, okay? Why should the people starve while King Banner sits on his throne, shoving food down his throat?”

“Sounds charitable.” you reasoned as you finished wrapping his body.

“Everyone assumes I’m a terrible person.” he groaned as he sat up straighter in the chair. “But nobody seems to understand that I’m helping them.”

“People will only ever focus on the bad deeds someone has done.” you shrugged.

“You don’t seem the type.” he observed.

“You don’t either.” you replied. “Come on, lay down over tehre and rest up.”

“My crew will be searching for me.”

“And shall they arrive on my storefront, I will direct them to you.” you promised before leaving the man to tend to your dresses.

#steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #Steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff #chris evans x poc!reader

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mrwinterr · 3 years

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply.

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him.

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated!

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